Autumn is in full swing in New England. It hasn't been a particularly spectacular autumn. I actually feel that the colors are quite muted. It doesn't make the season any less wonderful, it is just different this year. Change is ongoing. Making new friends, keeping the old, losing some who have moved on and being ready to let go even when we don't want to, those are all part of change. We must be wise and supple enough to flow with change and not to resist it.
I recently decided to think about my Crayola crayons again. It's an exercise that never gets old. This time, for many different reasons, I have chosen Burnt Orange. I have been away from this forum for far too long. I have many (some say TOO many) irons in the fire right now, but something inside me feels the need to breathe life back into this space. Hell, what's one more iron, right?
Burnt Orange
Liquid warmth
The kind that floods your window
On a beach holiday
Burnt orange
Laughter
As it bubbles up
From the depths of my soul
Burnt orange
Marmelade
My favorite
Made from the bitter Seville
Burnt orange
Sharp tongue
Said the wrong thing
Hurt
Burnt orange
Japanese Maple
Transitioning gracefully
Becoming dormant
Burnt orange
Anger
Brimming over
No longer inside
Burnt orange
Sunrise
Quiet reflection
Deep gratitude
Burnt orange
Irons in the fire
Many of them
Glowing bright
Burnt orange
Friendship
A warm glow
Not alone
Burnt orange
Right now
I
Am
Burnt orange
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